So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
I was currently on the kitchen table. Yes, standing on it.
I was singing with a spoon in my hand. "Uh, uh huh. So what I keep 'em rolled up. Saggin' my pants not caring what I show. Keep it real with my niggas. Keep it player for the hoes. And look clean don't it? Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it. Give me some 501's jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers. And smoke them hoes down 'till they stingers. You a class clown and if I skip for the day I'm with you bitch smokin' grade A!"
Jahseh was just laughing and recording me. "Get down, mami! You gon fall!"
Jamal was too into Naruto playing on the TV.
"You know what? It's like I'm seventeen again. Peach fuzz on my face. Lookin', on the case. Tryna find a hella taste. Oh My God, I'm on the chase. Chevy, its gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it. Dippin' away, time keep slippin' away. Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay. Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint. Up front four blunts, like 'Khalifa put the weed in a J'."
"NIBBA PUT TALENT SHOW!"
Jahseh shook his head, cheesing at me. He got up and grabbed my phone, changing the song on my speaker.
I waited for the snoop dogg part to finish. "Everytime I go out. I'm blowing that smoke out. I buy it, don't even know the price. I talk cause I live it, come pay me a visit. And I'll be somewhere up in the sky. My nigga it's about to go down. We fly, it's no lie, that we high, 'til we die. All we need up in heres hoes now. Roll one up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside."
Knock knock
I groaned loudly. I jumped off the table and turned off my music. I fixed my sports bra and walked to the door. "What."
"Damn fuck you got an attitude for?"
"NICK!" I jumped onto him, hugging him. "Where you been, fuck ass hoe!"
"Writing songs, nigga!"
"WHO IS IT!?"
"BAE ITS NAHMIR!" I stood back. "Come in!"
Nick smiled and looked around. "Damn this yo crib now?"
I nodded. "Hell yeah."
"Dis shit nice." He complimented.
We walked further in so the living room was now in view. We watched Jahseh play peek-a-boo as Jamal laid back on Jah's legs.
Heres what I noticed, Jamal would sometimes zone out, like he knew what was happening. He just seemed to observe us.
Its that same look we give him. Like fuck, I cant believe I have such a beautiful son.
I wonder what Jamal thinks of us. We're not the best parents but we'll be sure to give him everything we didn't have.
"Aye wassup Mr. Rubbin off the paint."
Nick laughed. "What up X." He dabbed him up.
"Whatchu doin round these streets, nigga?" Jah asked as he laid Jamal on his feet.
Jamal stumbled over to me. I picked him up and kissed all over his face.
He squealed and giggled.
"Nothing, just thought I'd pass by. I havent talked to yall in so long. Which is so fucking unfortunate cause y'all chill as fuck." He chuckled. "Is it true...?" I saw him give Jahseh a look.
